Above the Sky

In Words

short trips,
inane slips of
the tongue, managed
flips belong
to the acrobat of spoken
terms, words deferred
by these immune
     rattled nerves.

Transference of the Next Thought (unfinished)

My Next Movement

In this moment
I stand
Every direction do I face
At once my next motion
Ultimately unknown until moving
                      to itself,
     my choice to move...
That impulse
That moment I stand before
                                         stepping a forward hand
Before          moving
     in any way.
I relish in what
                          I'm about to do!
It extends into itself
Myself every choice,
Every chance my urge persists
Move swift!       But then
O hesitation bliss
Holds me near dear and not amiss,
From standing still tight
     I choose now moving rightly
And it is in this now it dawns
                                         That frozen moment is gone
Gone before I had gone
     in progress born,
Now every moment is now
The most mystical moment
                      that moves through me it moves
                      to move me
And move us alone...
                                         All must move.
I choose to move again
A joining of motion
Returned to choose again
Here I go….
                                         That impulse again
                                           I freeze and see
Which direction for me
 Is most free.
The surge is in me.

Crossing Midday (Euclid Ave., Cleveland)

Jazzman on the Bridge

A broken man plays
 A broken horn twisted
  Upwards upon the bridge
   Overpass left walkway
     Music blues tin ancient new
I toss him a coin
 The ledge over deep splash
   For his hat claimed he
    Was the flowing river clean
      Abandoning wealth in partiality
My payment let go
 Appreciation for tunes
  Played so willfully soothingly
   Constantly my ear does hear
    The music played sweeter
My weight lighter indeed
For so simple is such
To drop a nickel
                                   into the sea

Modeled Spectrum

My Words of the 11th Century

They discovered of me
What I am about to say,
"In an ancient cave
Of the eleventh century
My words are found,
What I say today,
The only words heard
Are those words I await
To speak to say
What it is in sound I dare delay:
"I yelled so loud they heard me
In late 932 A. D.!"
Was written upon walls
Or so says me!"
I said I said
Said me!

Blue View (A Downtown Sleeper)


I have just returned from
Burning down Hollywood glare
My flair for moods burned smoke white
Emblazoned by the shallow ones
Keepers of the culture exploit
And I simply lit a match
Dropped placement unbound pleasure
Art as destruction in turn
Destruction is art returned
I am quite tired
I need a drink for draining
It is upon me
Loving the lonely and broken down
Actors of all life's family
When all you have to work with is
Only what they try to do
So now I ask as anyone might
Relaxed yet in no mood
Home comfort now delights
"What's on television tonight?"

Dragon (Sketched Black)

Wet Wax

Wet wax melt drips
down my finger
tips to tingling
stinging adoration
of moist fire
in sensuous
upon my hand
I wince!

The Body Plastic

Blossoming Sunshine

Where else but here
would divine eyes seek
between two lovers held sweet
true passion, no fear
a dear magick meek
spellbound cast
the circle keep
red roses bloom early
in eyes of blossom
Spring rising
Sun surprising
casts beams of clouded light
upon our kiss
upon our flesh
upon our souls true love
crying joy into palms
each other’s opened wide
embracing Sun life
in our embrace do we
share in body one mind above
painting our broken reality
one moment in Love
the circle complete
lines carved deep
this spell known
quite simply as
we keep and dream
together together
burning in the Spring Sun
Sun burning with Love
shines on
shines on

Untitled #3


Sweet glanced seductive zeal
Her soft white skin in sunshine appeal
And the eyes of my heart stare deep
Into enchanted light touches
Words pour from subtle lips red
Cheek flushed as I approach in sigh
Her smile breathes bravely anxious
Buxomly anticipation aware
Dear nervousness pulse I do achieve
Yet unto her eyes do mine fixed actively stare
Rhythmic breath patterns passion we
Share hope for the upcoming moment
Together alone most wanted is found
One another away together and bound
Together one magic connection aloud
Body to body to spirit beyond
Again and again the whole world stopped
Again to embrace our hearts beat atop
The passions of ravage to long which become
Dismissive pleasures together as one
The deep taste of her soft charming kiss
Feelings beyond what bodies demand
Soar down into soothing sleep blissful lulls
Into the dawn that arrives through the mist
Bears witness to the Sun all can see
The afterglow of this rousing night dream
Emblazons my eyes upon viewing
The intersection of Beauty away
Her sleeping glow skin beneath the Sun
Light beaming in glory this love will remain
Forever together in Life no refrain

Flag Furling (Cleveland Wind)

It Finally Rains

It finally rains
The city cools down its harsh painful heat
A rain that pushes many to shelters made meek
Few stay together and most move to solitude
As if a midnight summer music interlude
Broke down to a 4 act cooling of a burning play
Sweet rain
It has finally rained today!

Trees of Winter's Mist

Depressing the Burdens

I shall write,
Grant me the time continuous frame,
Until the night draws an end,
Sunrise the key will release
Me to freedom then set forth,
Forever caught in carved stone,
My lone eye open
The chisel,
It carves thought outward,
Thoughts naught yet projected,
Looks beyond primary lusts,
Needs for greed mistrust,
Uncontrolled yet not
Controlled, captured free
I've been captured deep,
Writing left time to go
Alone save for penmanship,
Sunken ink consents control,
Damn sin of the alcohol.